Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.